E 40 - Back Against The Wall

[Featuring Master P] 
[E 40] 
Tryin to make it.. 
It`s been a long road 
Sic Wid It Records 
[Master P] 
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C`mon  ooh) 
Y`all feel that? (I feel it playboy  I smell you) 
It`s real out here 40 (It`s real Pee!) 
[E 40] 
I`m out here in the slums where thugs be usin  ghetto tactics 
like  choppin up candy canes 
sittin on top of a dried up ? stain mattress 
Whatever it takes to survive, see that`s what I supply 
Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store 
and settling out of court 
Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses 
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah 
The saga continues, the struggle`s just beginnin 
And it`s hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin 
`Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E 
one of the first gangster rappers of all time 
to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer 
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone 
From the graveyard shift, RBL`s Mister C 
One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B 
Victims of the trigger (unnnggggggggghhhhhh) 
Po` out a little liquor 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
It`s not the same, this world is crazy 
We out here goin through it all 
Everything must change, it`s gettin shady 
Got our backs against the wall 
[Master P] 
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger 
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers 
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time`ll change it 
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game 
And my lil` homies ballin, picture me fallin 
and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin 
Is there a heaven or hell? 
To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell 
And jealousy, and envy, come with money 
While crooked, politicians, run the country 
And it`s a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish 
Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish 
I couldn`t, live my life behind bars and gates 
While the government play a game called process to eliminate 
Chorus 
[E-40] 
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area 
They was steady complainin about the dope sellin 
But they ain`t never been evicted, or convicted 
They ain`t never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested 
Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks 
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops 
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny 
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy 
Do you ever think I`ll ever be able to get 
a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness 
before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up 
without a father will he end up bein a bastard? 
A bastard -- that`s a good question (unggggggggghhhh!) 
I don`t know, I don`t know 
Chorus